Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love-Chapter 2322 - 28: Leslie Howard, Haven’t You Made Enough Trouble?

The next moment, reason returned.

David Redington’s eyes darkened slightly as he reached out to push Leslie Howard away.

But as soon as the man’s slender, broad fingers touched the woman’s fragrant shoulder, a pair of delicate, fair hands clasped his large palm in return.

"Ms. Redington, if you push me away now, I won’t talk to you anymore." Leslie Howard’s almond-shaped eyes, filled with feigned coyness, stared straight at David. Her face, as radiant as a peach blossom, was almost just a breath away from him.

Her wavy, flowing hair was not as voluminous and glamorous as during the day. The slightly damp ends made Leslie’s delicate, smooth face appear even more endearing.

She looked so alluring it seemed she could drip water.

Yet, those hazy, coy almond eyes conveyed a serious determination.

As if telling David – if he dared to push her away, she would truly stop talking to him, just as her words had threatened.

Because of this one sentence, David’s slender, fair fingers rested on Leslie’s shoulder but inexplicably made no further move.

He... had actually been threatened by her.

The brief hesitation let a chill pass through David’s sapphire-blue pupils.

To think he was so easily swayed by Leslie, he deeply felt that this was not a good thing, and with a heavier hand, he was about to push away this ’brazen’ woman.

However, it was already too late.

Just as Leslie realized her threat was temporarily effective against David, a smirk deepened on her charming lips.

The confident woman placed her soft, supple hand on the man’s broad shoulder.

Leslie’s arms, as delicate as lotus roots, looped around David’s neck, cooing, "Trying to push me away? No chance... apart from bribery, I’ve also come to see the results."

The woman’s body, fragrant and soft as jade, pressed into David’s broad, firm chest, the supple and smooth sensation momentarily distracting his cold blue eyes.

"See... what results?" The man’s deep, sapphire eyes narrowed, and his magnetic voice held a barely detectable tremor.

David noticed his heartbeat starting to falter.

The early spring night was not too warm, even with the ample heating.

Yet he felt his body heat up, feeling somewhat unbearable.

"Of course, to check if the marks I left on you this morning... have been destroyed..."

Leslie’s sweet and clear voice sounded by David’s ear, and in his daze, he only felt a chill approaching.

When he lowered his gaze upon returning to reality, he found that the only barrier on his body, the bathrobe, had already been tugged down to his waist by the bold woman Leslie.

The man’s tall, broad frame, perfect as a deity, was bared before Leslie’s eyes.

Leslie’s heartbeat skipped a beat, and an inexplicable emotion surged forth.

But thinking of David’s neglect of her over the past four years, and of his deliberate editing and support of Winona Wallace to suppress her, the ambiguity in her pretty eyes diminished.

Leslie’s face was seductive, her body soft, but her heart... remained calm.

"Hmm, not bad... perfectly intact. It seems besides me, no other woman dares lay a finger on Ms. Redington in the crew." The woman’s slender, soft fingers gently brushed over David’s chest and abdomen.

Having never been so intimately and provocatively approached by a woman, David could not help but clench his jaw.

That incomparably handsome face deliberately hardened to maintain the last bit of reason.

"Leslie Howard, have you caused enough trouble..." The man’s large hand caught Leslie’s restless hand.

David’s voice was low and hoarse, clearly tinted with desire.

"Enough trouble? Of course not..." Leslie bit her lip lightly, "I haven’t even begun bribing Ms. Redington yet, how could it be enough."